Staring at the tentacles that were constantly dripping downwards with disgusting liquid, Nangong suddenly laughed in the morning and night.ΩΩWw    W.

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"I said how could so many people die but only have two or three heads, it turns out that they are all here."

‘Click.’ The nests couldn’t speak, they could only make these uncomfortable sounds to respond to the guest beneath them.

"I didn't realize it when you were stuck on the spear at first. Now from this perspective, I feel that you guys look very much like the barnacle monster in "Half-Life 2"." Nangong said to himself, waving the black and white scythe in his hand in the air, and then lifted it onto his right hand.

"But it's useless to tell you this. You haven't played Half Life." Nangong looked up at the dense crowd in front of him, and the originally retracted bone wings behind him unfolded again.

"But." She wiped the filth that kept dripping from her head, "Your number is really huge. It seems that there are at least a few hundred people."

The bone wings swelled, and the airflow lifted Nangong's slender body again. She held the black blade and the long sickle in her hand and spread the white bone wings on her back. At this time, she looked like the real master of this gloomy demon realm, ruled the world and eliminated everything.

"drink!"

The black moon and white night swept through the hanging nest with its unique two-color sharpness. This scene is like harvesting wheat in autumn. The sickle blade passes by, and one knife breaks twice.

Countless cut tentacles fell to the ground with half of their nests, making slippery and unpleasant sounds, as if their wailings.

"Swish!"

The sickle blade swept back with his backhand again. This blow cut off the roots of the nest together with the remaining fish left by the previous blow, leaving only the celestial spirit covers of the heads stuck to the protruding stone wall.

Such weapons with great opening and closing and amazing lethality were quite quick to clean these nests. With just a few sweeps, Nangong cut off the heads of hundreds of tentacles hanging upside down on the cliff in the morning and night.

In contrast, the ground was covered with fragments of falling nests, and some of the tentacles were still squirming slightly.

Although Nangong is in a state of hot fighting early and night, and her profession is a necromancer, she, who dares not take a foot under the ground, finally chose to continue to slap the bone wings in the air.

"Although these human head nests that seem to be used strangely, the bodies of these heads are still missing, and I don't know anything about the creator of these heads now." After receiving the sickle behind her back, Nangong sighed early in the night, "I feel like I'm back to the origin."

"And the strong aura of death that I had felt before has not dissipated, but has become more rampant and obvious. Damn, it turns out that these nests have nothing to do with those aura of death from the beginning." Nangong flapped his wings and floated beside Shanyan. She was a little angry and couldn't help but punch and hit the stone wall beside her.

As the fist fell on the rock wall on the side of the mountain, a strange feeling suddenly surged onto her body.

"Is this... the breath of death I have been feeling just now?"

"Does there be something in this mountain?"

In the morning and night, Nangong suddenly seemed to have a light bulb on his head, and he thought of something for a moment.

"Yes, the environment I am in is the darkest part of this dark area. Even if the sun shines in the sky, it cannot affect the slightest part of it." She looked at the mountain wall in front of her and began to think.

"But this black domain with a small range just covers the mountain wall on the left side of the valley... I don't think this could be a simple coincidence."

"On this mountain wall, there must be any way or agency to enter!"

Nangong took off the black moon and white night behind him early and began to carefully inspect the mountain wall.

The bone wings behind him vibrated regularly, and Nangong flashed around the mountain wall early and night, trying to find even a slight entrance prompt.

But what is the difference between stones and stones? No matter how carefully she searched, she still found nothing.

"Damn it, the answer is clearly right in front of me, but I don't have a pen!" Nangong Zaye simply waved the giant sickle in his hand and slashed hysterically towards the mountain wall.

For a moment, the sound of metal and stone resounded throughout the valley, and the claustrophobic environment echoed the sound wave one after another. If someone who didn't understand what had happened heard from afar, he probably thought it was ringing the bell.

"Oh, isn't this the little girl in the morning? Why did it explode after a few days? "A familiar voice suddenly floated into Nangong Zaye who was trying to pull out the sickle blade.

"It's nothing to do with you!" Nangong Zaye was like a big man in combat. She suddenly heard a slightly sarcastic sentence, so she naturally replied unhappily.

"Wait...you are!" Who was the owner of this voice suddenly reacted to her, and Nangong Zaye suddenly turned around.

The edge of the air wearing a mecha, Chang Ye looked at her with a embarrassed smile.

"Oh... I feel like you are no longer the morning and night I know."

"Mr. Corpse!" Nangong met an old friend who had a little affection in the morning and night, but he didn't know what to express.

Ahhhh what to do? He saw the way I was fighting, and he would definitely feel unacceptable!

If Nangong met Xia Wuli early and night, she would probably want his ability to retrieve very much at this time.

"I... this... sorry, I didn't mean to be thick..."

The sickle inserted on the mountain wall simply ignored it. Nangong Yaye lowered his head shyly and apologized, not daring to look at the edge of the night in front of him.

The night on the edge was so easy to see. After all, there was Elise who had been talking nonsense. He had long been used to it.

"Uh, it doesn't matter... I don't care about these things." The edge of Changye turned his wry smile into a smile and waved his hand to signal.

Nangong breathed a little relieved, and she decided to bring the topic to the right track first.

"Mr. Corpse, how did you come here?"

Two faint flames spewed out from behind the edge of Changye, slowly sending him to Yaye. "I originally wanted to go to Huiying Valley, but there was a large area of ​​black that was out of place with other places, so I wanted to come over and see what I had given birth to, and then I met you."

"After that, this place is really disgusting, there is not even a place to get your feet." On the edge of Changye looked at the skull fragments and tentacles, and had goose bumps for a moment, "Oh, by the way, why are you doing here again? Farming in the cracks of the stone?"

Nangong turned around and pulled out Black Moon and White Ye from the mountain, and looked at the edge of the long night, "There may be a nest of monsters that caused all this in this mountain wall. I was trying to find the way in or mechanism or something."

"Puff." The edge of Changye looked at the girl in front of him so stupid and cute, and couldn't help laughing, "Yangye, have you never heard a word from Mr. Lu Xun?"

"Ah?" Yaya didn't quite understand what the edge of the night wanted to express, so she could only ask with her head tilted, "Which sentence?"

The edge of Changye smiled gently and raised his right hand toward the mountain wall directly in front of him. The four iron wings behind him slowly unfolded, and blue energy flowed on it.

"There was no road in this world at the beginning, and if there were more people walking, it would become a road!"

"Ode to Bangbi!"
Chapter completed!